[Verse]
The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
The seabird is crying wearily, wearily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
[Verse]
Cold are the storm winds that ruffle his breast
Yet warm are the downy plumes lining his nest
Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
[Verse]
The waves are driving wearily, wearily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
The seabird is crying wearily, wearily
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
[Verse]
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee
Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
[Verse]
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee
Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me